Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.